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About Me

mmm... I love surfing with the sunrise. I love to breathe through slow vinyasas. My favorite place on Earth is in the middle of an aspen grove listening to the trees breathe on a powder day. I get really turned on dancing salsa. I love waking up to the sound of avalanche bombs, being the first to drop into a steep untracked chute, and drinking beers in the lodge by the fire. I think farting is funny. Admit it, you do too. If you don't, you're lame. -and u take yerself too seriously. I love bombing hills on my mountain bike, just on the Verge of being totally out of control; cuz Totally out of control sucks and it never ends cheaply. I love to laugh, love, learn. I am a dork, easily amused, free-spirited, always up for a roadtrip. I love the evolution of who I am becoming. I find sanctuary in painting, pottery, meditation, strummin my mom's old guitar, singing at the top of my lungs in my car, an' rollin' wit my peeps n' homies, yo.
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I'd like to meet:

Those who speak their truth and understand that the ego is just a hideous mask.
Dalai Lama, Thich Naht Hahn~to be in the presence of infinite greatness.
Gabrielle Reece ~ if i were to idolize a woman it would probably be her.
Jon Stewart, Trey Parker, Matt Stone ~ to laugh my ass off 'til I puke.
George W. Bush ~ so I could kick him in the nuts.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us... but, as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give permission to other people to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.~Nelson Mandela

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What I have come to understand...

...is that the sense of security we feel in this life is purely an illusion, and when we perceive these illusions as reality we are only distracting ourselves from seeing the real Truth. Yet, as part ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 May 2007 03:13:00 GMT

I dreamt of you...

I dreamt of you this afternoon while sleeping in a creeky summer cottage. You knealt next to me in the sand as I reached out to softly touch your thigh. That touch was so warm and familiar, I remember...
Posted by on Sat, 05 May 2007 02:37:00 GMT

As thunder pounds the Canyon walls...

Grand Canyon~ Day 10As thunder pounds the Canyon wallsLike ancient Spirits, a raindance drum;"Perhaps the boulders from them fall"Shaking sand and tree and stone.With all minds weary from days' furyDr...
Posted by on Sat, 05 May 2007 03:20:00 GMT